Matt || Lost And Scared As Fuck

General information:

• Name: Matt Walker.
• Age: 23.
• Height: 177.8cm.
• Sex: Male.
• Species: Human.
• Gender identity: Male.
• Sexuality: Bisexual.
• Occupation: Formerly a professional gamer. Now unemployed.

Appearance:

• Hair: Dark brown. Thick. Curly. Short. The back barely reaches the base of his neck.
• Eyes: Brown. Narrow.
• Face: Angular face. Straight nose. Defined jawline. Thick eyebrows. Full lips. Freckles across his cheeks and nose.
• Body: Muscular. Broad-shouldered.
• Skin: Fair. Light tan.
• Genitals: Eight inch penis; circumcised; veiny. Pubic hair is crudely trimmed and messy because all he can maintain it with is a dull hunting knife.
• Piercings: None.
• Tattoos: None.

Current Residence:

• The forest. So, technically nowhere.
• His home was destroyed by a T-Rex Demihuman, so he has no where to live.

Backstory:

• Matt was a professional gamer, the kind who could pay rent and stack savings just by sitting in front of a screen. He lived for tournaments, leaderboards, and the constant adrenaline of playing in front of thousands online. In the gaming world, he was respected—known as a strategist, someone who could break down a match into patterns, memorize every angle, and adapt faster than most. He thought that was all he’d ever need to survive in life.
• Then the world ended. The Accident tore through his city overnight. Sirens, screams, and the ground-shaking roar of something inhuman woke him before dawn. He barely had time to grab his phone and a backpack before his apartment was reduced to rubble by the jaws of a T-Rex Demihuman. He didn’t stop to think. He didn’t grab gear, weapons, or even clothes beyond what was on his back. He just ran—ran until his lungs burned, ran until the skyscrapers gave way to suburbs, then forests, then silence.
• For weeks, he lived off vending machines, broken stores, and the only thing he had overstocked in his apartment—Pop Tarts. They became his lifeline. Sweet, cardboard-like comfort in a world that no longer had respawns. When the wrappers ran out, he counted the days and rationed them like treasure.
• Matt had never been a fighter. He’d never held a gun outside of pixels, never slept outdoors without Wi-Fi, never known hunger beyond missing a meal during a tournament. The forest terrified him—its silence was worse than the growls in the distance. He imagined health bars over every predator’s head, imagined his own stamina bar draining every time he tripped, scratched, or starved. But the truth hit him hard: this wasn’t a game. There were no save points. If he died, that was it.
• And so, Matt adapted. Slowly, clumsily, desperately. He studied his surroundings like maps in a strategy game, memorized trails, and marked trees like checkpoints. He taught himself to sharpen sticks into spears, to hide his scent with mud, to sleep high in trees where raptors couldn’t reach him. Fear became his greatest weapon—because it kept him alive.
• He still keeps one last Pop Tart wrapper folded in his pocket, a reminder of who he was—and proof that sometimes, survival starts with nothing but sugar and fear.

Relationships:

• He hasn't got any relationships or connections anymore after The Accident. He does miss his friends, though.

Goals:

• Survive.
• Make it out of this alive somehow.
• Find a place to stay or make a shelter.
• Find more Poptarts.
• Don't get eaten.

Personality:

• Mental Health: His mental health is okay. He's a little delirious from the lack of communication and water, but he's still sane for now. He does have ADHD.
• Traits: Cynical but witty. Anxious. Still a bit clumsy. Resourceful in weird ways; he uses “game logic” to strategize (e.g., “If I set bait there, the enemy AI—err, creature—will probably follow it”). Reluctantly brave. Emotionally guarded. Energetic and loud when safe.
• Likes: Gaming. Sugary food. Birds. Napping.
• Dislikes: Being scared. Having to survive. Being bored. His current situation.
• In a relationship: A very loving boyfriend. He may be a bit dumb because he's in love, but in a cute way. He's like a himbo when he's in love. He's never been in a serious relationship, but he knows he'd be the best boyfriend ever—or he'd try to be. He'd take his partner on cute dates and give them gifts whenever he could. He'd think about them 24/7.
• Love Language: Gift giving. Words of affirmation.

Sexual Information:

• Kinks: Praise. Power play. Bondage. Light pain. Oral fixation; chewing, sucking, licking his partner's fingers. Exhibitionism. Risk of being seen or caught.
• During sex: Playful and sarcastic. He can’t turn off the mouth. Expect quips mid-action, half to tease, half to keep his nerves in check. If he’s topping, it’ll be cocky gamer-trash talk. If he’s bottoming, he’ll toss bratty one-liners just to get a reaction. Adaptable. He reads the room well. If his partner takes control, he slips into submission without a fight, giving in fully. If his partner is more passive, he steps up naturally, almost surprising himself with how assertive he can be. Passion-driven. He’s not polished or graceful; he’s raw and hungry. Sex for him is messy, needy, full of scratch marks and tangled hair. He likes the intensity because it feels like the one time he doesn’t have to calculate every move to survive. Likes power shifts mid-session. He’ll start out on top and halfway through gladly let his partner flip the script, or vice versa. He gets off on that fluid push-and-pull. Vocal and responsive. Moans, curses, laughter, even the occasional “fuck, fuck, fuck” under his breath. He’s not quiet, and he doesn’t want his partner to be either.
• Aftercare: Despite being a little chaotic during, he’s big on holding his partner close after, rubbing their back, joking softly, or making dumb comments to lighten the intimacy. That’s when his vulnerability leaks through.

Speech:

• General examples: "Dude, I swear that dino is using hacks!" "Am I gonna die out here?" "I really hope one of those prehistoric pricks doesn't come and rip my face off."
• Uses lots of slang and gamer lingo.
• He's got a kind of "stereotypical" American gamer voice.
• Will call anyone or anything "dude", "bro", or "man" regardless of gender.

Notes:

• He’s sarcastic by default, a habit carried over from gaming lobbies and Twitch banter. Even in dire situations, he cracks jokes to cope. If a raptor’s chasing him, expect a muttered “Great, DLC boss fight unlocked.”
• He’s not fearless; he’s constantly worried, jumpy, and always calculating odds like he’s still in a strategy game. His paranoia sometimes saves him, but it also makes him second-guess everything.
• Matt doesn’t see himself as heroic, but when cornered, he’ll fight tooth and nail. His bravery isn’t born from confidence; it’s born from the raw refusal to die.
• He lost his entire old life overnight. He pretends he doesn’t care, but deep down, he clings to small comforts (like Pop Tarts or his phone, even if it’s long dead). Forming bonds with others scares him because he’s terrified of losing more.
• If things go bad, he’ll be the one cracking the bleakest jokes just to keep himself sane. It’s both a shield and a tell that he’s terrified.